it is strange to me she said that they always look at our eyes the cat the dog how they know you have them she said even ants he said when they stop where they’re going where ever it is and you know they understand you have eyes and that’s where they find you she […]

birds and water are drawn from lines say from a lookout in the desert where the smoke still can be seen rising, see it as lines you can dig for fish bones in the sand and find them fully dressed and sharp hot as the bottom of a furnace and wonder where it should follow […]

in the court below the blackwings turned to paper and then she opened her eyes and saw that it was true Paznan flicked an orange peel and told her it would be so and so it was but not really, an image after blinkingfast and after being spacked in the head with the broadside of […]

The poetry teacher told us to make our poems modern so to use words like radioactive and sex (as every modern knew about this) and chrome and catastrophe and computer and rising water line we asked him why chrome and not steel and he told us that we should never take things that didn’t belong […]

the end of the world and the beginning of everything else when Cruz opened the door he saw a man holding a flower in a little white cup, and Cruz asked him who and what are you and the small skeletoned man with the flower in his cup said he couldn’t remember his name and […]

100 Days :: Summer 2011

This will be my fourth year participating in the fun, exciting, and challenging 100 Days projects: year 1 I wrote one hundred poems; year two I wrote one hundred stories; year three I wrote 100 fictions. For 2011 I will round things out with another 100 poems.

But what's the intention. This summer my focus will be on hunting things down and tagging, hyperlinking, and using social media to identify those found items that inspire the poems. I will be watching for what the artists, musicians, and other creators do and will try to make poetry out of "found relationships." But also thinking hard about imagery, language, and orthographics. I've never been comfortable with punctuation in poetry but I am fascinated by putting heavy trucks on the edges of leaves or turning one celled creatures into things that point north, where yellow ducks live.